اسفند = حوت = لیز=دست نیافتنی=فرّار

هرچه فشار می آورم لیز بودن و فرار را در خود حس می کنم. فرار به خوبی ها و فرار به آینده.

می گذرد این شبها.

به شب می رود صبح.

نه می دانم چه فردایی در انتظار است و نه می دانم به کجا روان خواهم شد.

3 parts of my life in this moment:

1-These nights will disappear.

Morning is always in his way.

What am I doing here? In this world, among the others, Bewildered by this enigma, this will all vanish, no dust, no darkness, no damp, clear as the snow water, spring in the spring. What would I be? Am I tired? Why should I write these? To show what? Am I sad? As a sign? So? The answer is so simple, to pass by, to make it, it is a part of life, just to do it. Time is over.

2-There are whispers in my head, mourning all the day & night, every moment of these days there it is. Sleep or awake. I think it bothers me but I'm not sure. The problem is that this sound is taking my energy, bad or good, consuming. The result is not clear yet but I'll find it.

3-This kind of life is interesting, not for ever but for ever.

Just arrived an answer=Dance

Feel better. Cool.